It's no secret (to the 5 people who read this blog, anyway 😀) that I love Mickey Spillane. So did Max Allan Collins and James Traylor. This biography was lovely. You could tell they really cared about their subject.
Mickey was an only child who spent his early years in New Jersey before his parents moved to Brooklyn. H was precocious and obviously very smart. He started submitting stories to magazines at a young age and ended up getting a job in the early comics. He enlisted the day after Pearl Harbor and ended up becoming a flight instructor. He stayed stateside the whole war and was disappointed he never saw any actual combat.
He married, had kids, and built an unassuming house in New Jersey, where he started churning out stories. When "I, the Jury" was published it caused quite a scandal for being full of gory violence and sex. The general public ate it up, though, and he became one of the highest selling writers (never author, he eschewed the word) of all time.
Mickey really was Mike Hammer in a lot of ways. He claimed he was writing an autobiography of his own life (which he started but never finished), and part of the problem was that he'd been writing it all along in his own books.
He died at the age of 88 from cancer, just six weeks after he told Collins. He told his third wife to give anything she found to Max after he died, saying he'd know what to do with it. Notes, pieces of manuscripts, all of it went to Collins, who's been diligently working to put the meat on the bones of the stories Mickey started. I appreciate the fact that he says he won't continue Mike Hammer once he's done with Mickey's notes.
I'm totally in the mood to reread "Vengeance is Mine!" now, but alas, I have a million library books to get through.
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